Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 50 Revenge
In the scattered hall of Huanyang Building, generals who were not wearing bright armor and silver helmets poured in, all of them looked unhappy.

The leading man was about twenty-seven years old, wearing a purple court dress, with a goldfish pendant hanging around his waist, he was tall and tall, he was quite handsome with sword eyebrows and star eyes, but his expression was too sinister.

This person is Wei Dong, the great general of hussars, with a domineering and self-willed personality.

Since the Battle of Beisai, Lu Zhimu had the courage and cunning to capture many stragglers who had no family background. On the contrary, Wei Dong, the hussar general, was poked in the spine and scolded fiercely.

He couldn't bear this tone.

Today I went out to the street and invited all the brothers to drink, I never thought that I met a thorn in my side, so I will pull out this nail today and teach me a good lesson.

Lu Zhimu also thought it was a coincidence, he was a new official, and he wanted to come out to taste the specialties of the capital in rare free time, but the dishes didn't enter his mouth, and his interest was disturbed instead.

Putting down the wine cup, Kuan raised his eyelids, looked at the man in purple robe in front of the table, slowly got up and said: "Your Majesty has seen General Wei."

Wei Tong sneered, raised one foot and stepped on the stool, glanced at the three or four dishes on the table, twisted his neck lazily, and said, "Yo~ I thought it was some bastard, I didn't expect it to be the Army Lord? These few plates of rotten food probably cost a month's salary, right?"

After speaking, he picked up a plate of three delicacies and put them on the table, raised his eyebrows and looked at Lu Zhimu, who was much lower than his officials.

"If the general likes to eat this table of rotten vegetables, then I will invite you." Lu Zhimu was neither humble nor overbearing, his body was loose, and his eyes could not tell the difference between joy and anger.

"Bold, but how dare a fifth-rank general dare to talk to the general like this?" A younger soldier walked up from the side and shouted angrily.

Lu Zhimu didn't look at him, picked up a plate of roasted mandarin fish and put it on the table, and said with a sneer, "If you like to try something new, I'll invite this fish as well."

"You..." The young soldier was enraged by his provocative action, pointing at the arrogant man and was about to curse, but Wei Tong raised his hand to block it.

"I'm afraid you don't know the rules of the officialdom in the capital?" Wei Tong bent down with a smile, took a willow stick from the small porcelain vase with delicate flowers on the table, and put it in his mouth to pick his teeth.

Lu Zhimu said coldly: "I hope to hear and enlighten me."

Ying Su, who was standing at the top of the stairs with Lu Ziyu and looking down, was interested. He also wanted to see that in addition to teaching his son the art of war, Wei Shengyu also taught him the art of power?
Wei Dong spat softly on the table, put his feet back, and made a "crack" sound with his fists.

"The rule is, the strong are respected!" As soon as the words came out, all the generals behind him drew their swords and pointed at Lu Zhimu.

Lu Ziyu was wearing a veiled hat, but there was no sign of panic on his face. She had just received a signal from her second brother, indicating that she could handle it by herself, so don't act rashly.

It wasn't because of Luo Ning that Lu Zhimu discovered his little sister's whereabouts, but he saw the Yingnao double carp pendant hanging on the little sister's dress, which was a gift from her on her tenth birthday.

He already knew that the Lu family had moved back to Beijing, but he couldn't get away from the military affairs so he could go home and have a look.

The diners in the Huanyang Tower saw the imposing manner of swords and swords being drawn, and they still had time to eat and join in the fun, so they all ran away.

Lu Zhimu took his time, rolled up his sleeves, nodded and said: "The officer also agrees with the general."

Wei Tong grinned ferociously and waved his hand.

More than a dozen generals drew their swords and went forward, showing their killer moves.

Let's see how you can do it.

Ying Su saw that the calm and stable temperament of the little girl beside him was different from the past, and he didn't ask for help when his brother was in danger, but he was still a little worried, and was about to order Mo Ya to come forward to help him, but was stopped.

It was stopped by the little woman beside him.

She chuckled lightly and whispered: "I am the son of the Lu family, mighty and unyielding."

She believed that her brother would use both hands to recapture her grandfather's military exploits.

Lu Zhimu had no intention of harming others, so he only used a pair of bamboo chopsticks to compete with more than a dozen generals, and he did not lose the wind.

Suddenly a sword light came from the dark, approaching his vital point, he jumped lightly, dodged the sword light, turned his wrist again, and stabbed the sword bearer's wrist with force with a bamboo chopstick.

"Clang" the sword fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, there was a heart-piercing scream: "Ah~"

It was Wei Dong's.

At this moment, he was extremely embarrassed, clutching his wrists and fell to the ground. He didn't have the high-spirited look he had when he first entered the Huanyang Building.

Seeing that the general was injured, the general who was entangled with Lu Zhimu hurriedly stopped and surrounded Wei Dong.

Wei Tong trembled, looking viciously at the man who wounded him like a poisonous snake, and said: "I'm afraid you still don't know what the status of my Wei family is in the capital? Today, I will definitely pay with your blood."

This damn bastard actually broke his hand bone, if he doesn't treat it quickly, he might leave the root cause of the disease.

With the sword in its sheath, Wei Dong pushed away the two generals who were supporting him, strode across the threshold and walked away.

Lu Zhimu sat back on the stool, filled his wine cup calmly, frowned at Xiao Ji's back, and raised his hand to drink the fine wine.

Seeing the general leave, what are the dozen of them still doing here?
The generals rushed out of the door one after another, looking for their own generals on the street.

Lu Ziyu saw clearly from the stairs, the man in purple robe just made a killer move on his elder brother, if his elder brother couldn't handle it, he might be killed.

No matter who that person was, the fourth mother of the Lu family also remembered this hatred.

"Could your Highness tell Yu Niang, which young master is the person in the purple court dress? He is such a vicious person?" Lu Ziyu smiled, grabbed the big palm of the man next to him, and stroked it lightly in his palm.

Ying Su firmly held back the troublesome little hand, and whispered in her ear: "I know you, a little woman, have a strong desire for revenge. She is the son of the great general Wei Shengyu. If you feel troublesome, you can leave it to the hall to deal with it."

The person he dotes on, he is willing to accompany him if he wants to make trouble.

Lu Ziyu smiled in his heart like a little fox who has just been fattened. It really felt good to hug his thigh, but she was still willing to have some fun for herself.

"Thank you, Your Highness, but Yu Niang still wants to do it herself."

"Okay, it's up to you."

Wei Tong, who was seeking medical treatment in the general's mansion, probably didn't know who he had offended.

Lu Ziyu didn't meet his elder brother again in Huanyang Tower, he only missed Luo Ning to bring a message so that his elder brother could go home.

She also knew that the second elder brother and her father had a rift because of going to North Cyprus to join the army. The second elder brother also wanted to avoid his father's intentions, but it was a family after all. Did you untie it?

At sunset, Ying Su escorted Lu Ziyu back to his residence, and he left only when he saw the carriage entering the main gate.

On the way back to the house in the suburbs of Beijing, Ying Su lay sideways on the soft blanket, kneading the beads, and asked casually, "How is it?"

Mo Ya knelt down and saluted, his hand clenched the dragon-patterned long sword worn at his waist, with a little admiration in his eyes, he said solemnly: "It's not inferior to me."

In fact, he already knew the answer, but Ying Su was lightly taken aback by hearing Mo Ya's tone.

In the blink of an eye, it was back to normal again. He picked up the tea bowl from the small case of the carriage, put it into the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly: "This Wei family has dominated the military power for a long time!"

The tea bowl is painted with ink-colored peonies, which bloom extremely colorfully with the wind.

(End of this chapter)